The Real Thing

Lyrics

I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind But I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin And I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby I am the real thing I'm too young to know better but I'm too damn old to care With enough tequila I might take up any dare I'm as aloof as November and mean like July But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side I like the way I look although I am not model thin I am the real thing Do I make you blush do I talk too loud Do I drink too much, do I act too proud? Well take me as I am or take another now 'Cause I am not going to change for nobody no how I am not a good reformer I found a twisted satisfaction When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite then He gave me 25 Hail Marys to repeat every night Then I asked him am I free to go repeating all of my sins I am the real thing Chorus You can look to the princess In her high glass tower Or join us witches we keep very late hours We are the real thing